Shy Poetry??

[peekaboo]

I'm looking for good poems on being shy to read for inspiration. Anybody know of any?? Or websites I could go to?

[lonelyone]

have you tried writing poetry? it's very therapeutic...i recommend it

[Derrick]

When feelings of pain and anguish envelope me
in the depths of my darkest hour.
All I have to do is close my weary eyes and dream
and all of the torments of life disappear
to be replaced by the gentle warmth of your light,
the soothing fragrance of your body,
the sweet music of your laughter,
the sensual feelings of your touch,
and the delicate tastes of your heart´s desire
for this is how I know you.

[peekaboo]

Broken hearted
no where do I fit
deep inside my soul
is where I sit
burying pain and desire
fading away into the shadows
of yesterdays horrors

[pea unlogged]

Hope this isnt a repost, this is something my girlfriend sent me by punk vocalist Henry Rollins.



I Know You
I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do
just to have a place to put yourself
just to have a way to get away from them
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
did you ever get invited to one of their parties
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time
did you think that you might be "the life of the party"
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going
did they mess with you
did they single you out
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you

[Medici]

Those Henry Rollins lyrics are pretty awesome. Something tells me, though, that when they are made into a song, the song will suck.

[Toltec]

I've seen Henry Rollins on TV. Both performing and hosting shows. He really doesn't look like he's the shy type.

[Medici]

But he knows you man!

[Toltec]

Heh, yea, that's kind of funny.

I've never seen the guy in person, and he knows me better than my own parents do.

[theinfiniteabyss84]

Wow Derrick that was a great poem.
I try and write but I end up crinkling the paper and throwing it away. Its frustrating. I have so many ideas in my head, but on the way through the pen, it gets jumbled in my head. I should try again, maybe a surge of inspiration and motivation will come over me so i could write the great american poem.

I didn't know Henry Rollins wrote stuff like that.
I quoted my favorite parts, the ones that I could relate with, which, actually is most of it, especially the line "you feel closer to people on movie screens"

1.

you thought that you were ugly and that everyone was looking at you so you learned to be invisible to look down to avoid conversation

2.

I know you you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you

3.

[and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now and you don't trust people you know them too well/quote]

4.

you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist

5.

you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection

~InfiniteAbyss

[Jarous]

My friend wrote this, not exactly about shy people - but I guess a lot of us feel this way - not belonging anywhere, not wanted, not missed...

www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=214886

[Tal]

Scribed by my own hand - more solitude than shyness, but I hope you like them.


A Lonely Fate

My lowly heart screams out in fear,
Reaching for any that be near,
But to my solemn despair,
No sweet reply do I hear.

I speak but one tongue, though few understand,
I seek companions, scribed by the same hand,
Alas, hanging from the cloth of life,
I am but one solitary strand.

I do not demand crowds, nor the finest of men,
I ask not for riches, nor a life glaring golden,
Oh tell me true of my own soul's ink,
Has it since run dry in Nature's pen.

And Still I await as days sink with the sun,
In life's lottery, is this the prize I have won?
But would words such as these, ever be writ’,
If it wasn't for the fate of the lonely ones?


Where Are All The Lonely Souls?

All the lonely souls,
Oh where do they hide?
All those solitary minds,
To join together, ever denied.

All the wandering feet,
Single travellers alone in the mist.
Each seeking to meet,
Longing for destiny's happy twist.

All those searching eyes,
Dampened by the sorrow of time.
Rejection, envy, self-inflicted lies,
Whilst society decrees solitude a crime.

All those soft drawn sighs,
Masked by life's chill wind.
Shivering lips ask "how?", "why?"
"We live to what end?"

All the lonely souls,
They who are, know so true,
That one and one divided,
Has yet to equal two.


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I tend to look for similar quotes/poems around the place and add them there among the other categories.